Obama went to Denver the other day and some weird things happened. First, Obama was offered drugs and splashed across his face a nice smile. “Do you want to hit this?” Instagram user manton89, asks the president.
The only proper time to pick up a drunk girl is when she needs to be picked up. This occurs when she’s too drunk to stand on her own two feet.
I think I know why we do it. Record everything. Filter it, crop it, save it, post it. Every image, every word. For perpetuity’s sake but also for something else, something more urgent. We haven’t yet found out who we are.
There’s nothing inherently wrong with the premise of 100 Happy Days — maybe you feel like you don’t focus on your own happiness enough in life. The sentiment is laudable in its own right, but it misses a bigger point.
Getting belly button piercings. I don’t care how skinny you are now. They look ratchet.
Don’t get me wrong, I love looking at a good plate of food when I open my Instagram. I don’t however enjoy looking at a photo so clearly staged at a restaurant to the point where I can visually see you standing on a chair to get that oh so popular food picture angle.
4. Double tap unto others as you would have them double tap unto you.
What happens to a broad abroad stays abroad.
4. You really aren’t one hundred percent sure he would never do it again.
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